As president of the Hounds of Hell motorcycle club, my life has been infused with darkness and trauma since the day I was born. Chaos is my birthright. I crave it to feel stable. Secure. Whole.

The only people I care about are the ones who don my cut.

Women are just a tool.

Never to covet, only to use, each face blending into the next.

The formula I live by is simple.

Death is always at my door.

I am a soldier of bedlam.

Until a little hummingbird flies into my crosshairs, and I'm forced to feel something I haven't felt for as long as I can remember...alive.

Let the hunt begin.